| lyric | Of all the fish that roam the sea,
The Herring alone our King shall be!
So fill your cups, ye fishers strong,
And drink his health full, deep and long.
Chorus:
Sing hugamar fein an sawra lin,
The storm is o’er, ’tis calm again;
And we have brought the summer in,
In holding chase with Herring our king.
I think with me you’ll all agree,
We to our King should thankful be.
He clothes us, feeds us, pays the rent,
And cheers us in the time of Lent.
Oh! who would not a fisher be,
And lead a life so wild and free?
Grim care we leave upon the shore
To wait until our voyage is o’er.
Then once more hearken unto me,
The Herring alone our King shall be!
So fill your cups, ye fishers strong,
And drink his health full, deep and long. |